6 - AirBi&Bi
MMF / Hotwife / Humiliation / Encouraged Bisexuality / Anal / Cuckold Cleanup / Crossdressing
“A lodger?” said Brad.
He looked across the breakfast table at Rita, who smiled at him wearily.
“No, Brad, a guest,” she explained. “I said last week – if you were listening – that we’re going to become an Air BnB. Put that spare room to some use.”
Brad did recall her saying something, but he’d gotten into the habit of tuning his wife out. Not that he didn’t love her. But he was always preoccupied with the pressures of work, money worries, and the general sense of time passing too damn fast while his career stayed put.
“We’ll have strangers just walking in and out of our home,” he objected, jabbing at her with a piece of half-eaten toast. “I could be, I dunno, sitting on the john or whatever -”
Rita shook her head decisively.
“We need the money, honey,” she said simply.
She knows how to shut me up, he thought ruefully. ‘Look Brad, you’re a lousy breadwinner, I earn more money than you, so I make the decisions.’
“And,” Rita added, “it’s not that hard to lock the bathroom door. Maybe you could just cultivate that habit? You’re forty-three, not eighty. You can still change!”
“But what if we -” he began, then stopped himself.
He had been about to ask, What if we want to make love? But that would prompt another not-quite-argument about why they had not had satisfactory sex for months. And there was only one way that could end.
I just can’t seem to satisfy her anymore, he thought, gazing speculatively at Rita’s firm breasts.
She had a superb body for a woman in what she insisted on calling ‘late youth.’ She kept herself trim.
And there was nothing wrong with her appetite for sex.
But lately Brad had never been able to bring her to orgasm.
“Okay,” he said, fatalistically. “But let’s be careful, huh? We don’t want some criminal in here, making off with all our stuff.”
“Sure, honey,” Rita said, staring up at the TV.
Soon Brad was on his daily commute, and concerns about what kind of person might end up in their guest room were submerged in the more familiar challenges and irritations of his job during the course of the day.
Brad took a step back, partly because of personal space issues but mostly so he could look up at the tall stranger who was a good six inches taller. The man had mocha brown skin, was about twenty-five, and was strongly built with broad shoulders. He was dressed in a pale blue sweatshirt and shorts.
“Hi! You must be Brad,” said the stranger, flashing a broad smile. His voice was deep, warm, above all confident. “I’m Louis – you got lovely home, real nice! I’m staying for a couple days, maybe longer.”
Brad reached out automatically, and Louis’ huge hand enveloped his, pumped it up and down for a couple of seconds, and released it. Brad glanced down at his hand, wondering if Louis could have crushed every bone in it without really trying.
Felt like it. God, he’s fucking strong.
“Nice to meet you, Louis,” he said, suddenly conscious of how high and feeble his voice sounded. “Everything, um, okay? With your room? And everything?”
“Oh, sure!” Louis replied. “Like I say, it’s great! Rita’s been real welcoming.”
The young man looked immensely pleased, as if he had found the best bed and breakfast deal ever. For a moment, the two men stood facing each other, then Brad recalled that Louis was going. He stepped aside, mumbling something inanely positive.
“Glad you’re, um, settled in okay.”
“Thanks!” Louis rumbled. “I’m off to the gym, but Rita says we can meet up at dinner.”
“Oh,” said Brad, watching the tall man walk down the drive. “Great.”
Louis walked with an athletic grace that made Brad feel like a clumsy twelve-year-old with one leg too short. It occurred to him that Rita had said she would spend today working at home, in her study.
Well, of course, he thought, closing the front door behind him and leaning against it. She would have to be here to let our new guest in and make him comfortable.
“I see you met Louis,” said Rita.
Brad looked up to see his wife at the top of the stairs.
She was barefoot, in old sweatpants and an oversized tee.
This was nothing unusual. Her skin looked slightly flushed, and as she came downstairs, he noticed her pupils were wide.
She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.
It was the first time in weeks that she had been so demonstrative.
“Hey, take it easy,” he said, half-seriously. “We don’t want to embarrass our young house guest.”
“Oh,” she said, with a grin. “I think it would take a lot to embarrass Louis.”
Brad felt a little surer of himself after Rita’s warm greeting. It was only later, as he was in the bathroom getting ready to shower, that he licked his lips. Something about the kiss was bothering him. What was it?
Salty, he thought. And kind of fishy.
He made a mental note to ask Rita what she had had for lunch. But somehow, he never got around to asking.
***
Brad flung his jacket onto the back of the sofa.
“Honey!” he shouted. “I’m home.”
Silence. At first.
Then, as always, random noises began to make themselves heard.
Traffic from the nearby highway. A dog barking.
And then something from inside the house.
A rhythmic noise from upstairs. Even as he bounded up, taking two stairs at a time, Brad knew exactly what it was, and where it was coming from.
What he never considered was what he was going to do when he arrived.
As he entered the main bedroom, Louis’ mocha-brown buttocks were the first things that caught his eye.
The second was the fact that a pair of white, slender legs was wrapped around their guest’s waist. He could not see Rita’s face, only the limbs she was gripping Louis with.
But the sounds she was making left no doubt.
Oh, Jesus Christ. My wife’s enjoying the fucking of a lifetime.
He took a couple of steps into the room. Now he could see that Louis had lifted Rita’s petite body easily and was holding her by her butt cheeks. She had her arms around his neck, and Louis was bouncing her up and down. It reminded Brad of an adult bouncing a child on their lap.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” he heard Rita whimper. “Oh God. that’s so fucking good!”
“What are you doing?” Brad heard himself say.
Of all the dumb questions…
Louis glanced around, flashing his trademark grin.
“Hey, Rita, it’s your old man!”
“What? Never mind,” Brad heard his wife say. “Don’t stop.”
“You heard the lady,” Louis said, winking at Brad. “Can’t disappoint her, right?”
Like we’re sharing a joke, Brad thought, brain reeling. Just us guys having fun. Me watching him fuck my wife.
“Let’s give him a better view, sugar,” Louis said, as if he had read Brad’s mind.
The big man walked forward, still carrying Rita, and then tossed her casually onto the bed. Brad heard a viscous popping. He realized it was the sound Louis’ cock emerging from his wife’s tight pussy. Clear liquid dribbled onto the crisp bedsheet as Rita giggled.
“Wow, that was tight!” she exclaimed. “Really filled me up. Tickled my tonsils.”
“Hey!” Brad began, taking another step forward.
“Don’t worry, honey,” Rita said languidly. “Just enjoy the show. You might learn something.”
“Yeah,” Louis said, half-turning. “It’s just good, dirty fun!”
Brad only half-heard was the man was saying.
He was gawping at Louis’ massive dong as it swung into view.
It was in proportion to the rest of Louis’ impressive body, which made it at least nine inches long.
Seeing where Brad was looking, Louis smiled and ran a forefinger and thumb along his prodigious dick.
“Like what you see, Brad?” he asked. “I got enough for two, catch my drift?”
“Hey!” protested Rita, playfully. She was still sprawled on her back, legs waving in the air, her neatly-shaved pussy a gaping pink-fringed maw. “First come, first served.”
“Just a minute, fella!” Brad said, trying to look Louis in the eye. “No way am I just gonna stand here like, like some doofus, while you fuck the woman I love.”
“Aw, shit, let him join in, Lou,” Rita said, in a pitying voice. She lowered her legs and pointed at Brad’s groin. “You can see how excited he is.”
“Yeah,” Louis said. “He sure is. How about you show us what you got, little buddy?”
Brad flinched as Louis moved toward him, but was in such mental turmoil that he couldn’t retreat or try to fend off the naked giant.
Louis reached down and cupped Brad’s groin in one big hand.
Brad realized for the first time that he had a hard-on.
For the first time in at least a month, he was totally, achingly erect.
“Look at that,” said Rita, standing up. “Reminds me of when we were newlyweds.”
Brad tried to move back, retreat from the room, as if that could somehow cure the chaos in his mind and the treachery of his body. But Louis, moving with his typical easy confidence, put his other hand on Brad’s shoulder.
“Seems to me you both got some frustrations to work out, you and Rita, babe,” he rumbled, grinning down at Brad. “Maybe a nice little threesome is your thing, buddy?”
“No, I -” Brad protested weakly.
“He’s into it,” said his wife. “So into it!”
Rita stood naked before him, legs apart, hands on her thighs. He could smell her now that she was in his personal space, the aroma of cunt juice mixed with perfume and sweat.
“Come on, hubby, let’s do this!” she said decisively. “I’ve seen you looking at young guys. Hell, I saw how you gaped at Brokeback Mountain. And how you crossed your legs.”
Louis laughed at that, while Rita squatted and began to expertly unfasten Brad’s pants. When she pulled them down, his erection bulged out, barely restrained by his white boxers. There was already a small, light grain stain on the fabric.
“Yeah, guess he’s into it.” Louis nodded. “Let’s get this party re-started. Phase two!”